#It was always you

[mystic-vampire]

I always fuck up just enough that the people I love eventually hate me

[byeoltoyuki]

It was always you

↳ Pairing: Felix x Reader

❧ Genre : Fluff / friends to lovers / smut

❧ Warnings: unprotected sex / oral (m)

❧ Words : +2k

❧ Summary : Sometimes, a misunderstanding can lead to something much more interesting.

Waking up to gentle kisses being pressed to your shoulders, to your back worried you for many different reasons. First, when you went to sleep, you remembered clearly being alone in the appartement, Felix, your best friend who also happened to be your roommate was away, having a game night with his friends. Second reason, you remembered checking twice that you had locked the door (because you were that paranoid whenever left alone). But the main reason was definitely the fact that you were single, therefore there was absolutely no reason for someone to be in your bed, hugging and kissing you.

Panic surged through you as you tried your best to control your breathing, to control your heart, in hope to give yourself some more time to figure out who the hell was with you. Unfortunately for you, whoever was toying with you, kissed a spot right behind your ear – you jerked.

“Done with pretending being asleep?” You knew that voice. That deep, rough, terribly attractive voice. Too well. Which also meant that you were about to commit murder.

You snapped your eyes open. With as much strength as you could muster, you pushed him off you, only to pin him under you, pinning his wrists above his head. “You’re a dead man, I hope you know that.” But Felix only smiled sheepishly at you, not minding at all being at your mercy. In fact, he was more than enjoying the view of you on top of him.

“Hi, love.” Felix simply said, without trying to defend himself.

“The hell is wrong with you, Felix? I thought I was about to get killed in my sleep.” You let go of his wrists and straighten your back. You could have rolled over and free him, but chose not to. Maybe because you wanted to make sure he wouldn’t try something else; you knew Felix, he was a prankster and there was no boring day (or peaceful) with him. Or maybe, and you didn’t want to admit it, you simply enjoyed the view.

Your relationship with Felix was simple and complicated at the same time. Simple, because you had been friends for years. He was the only person who had seen you at your worst and stuck by your side, never judging, never questioning. He was the one constant in your life. He made your days so much better - he made you laugh; he made you smile. Felix, with his cute freckles, with his addictive laugh, with his voice that just didn’t match his boyish look (not so boyish anymore but that too, you refused to admit), felt like home. Maybe, it was the reason you accepted to move in with him.

But moving in with him was also what made your relationship so complicated. It was one thing spending time with him from time to time, but being stuck with him almost every day and every hour of the day, did make a difference. You discovered new facets of him that made you question your feelings. You found yourself seeking his company more than you used to. You found yourself staring at him more than acceptable. But the worst part of it was how your heart behaved around him. A brush of hands? Your heart would start beating crazily. A hug from him? And you would simply melt in his arms. A peck on your cheek? You wanted to cup his face and simply kiss him.

You were an idiot, you knew it. You couldn’t have done more cliché than that and fall for your best friend. But you did. And no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that you didn’t, your heart and body reminded you of the truth.

Just like right now.

You cleared your throat and slapped yourself mentally for your very unwelcomed thoughts.

“You look pretty alive to me.” Felix commented, his eyes twinkled with mischief – you slapped his chest in response. “And violent, as always.”

Felix was being definitely weird. Or maybe just a little bit weirder than usual. It was one thing, he scared you, but was it necessary to hug and kiss your shoulders? Nope. But you couldn’t find the strength in you to ask him why he did it. “I thought you were staying with the guys?”

“It was the plan.”

“But?”

“But, Jeongin mentioned something.” To your utter surprise, Felix’s eyes darkened at the mention of his friend. Whatever Jeongin had told him, he didn’t like it. No, worse, it truly upset him. Should it worry you? Probably. You could count on the fingers of one hand how many times you saw him angry.

“What did he say?”

His mouth set in a hard line. Yep, Felix was angry. Just when you decided it was best if you went back to your empty side of the bed, Felix grabbed you by your hips, grip strong, fingers digging right into your flesh. He held you tightly, forcing you to stay on top of him.

You blinked, taken aback with his sudden gesture. “Felix, what did he say?”

“Don’t you have something to tell me?” He asked instead.

You did, but Jeongin knew nothing about it. Nobody knew.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about. So how about, you just ask me what you want to know?” It was a tad frustrating to see him so upset over something you couldn’t understand.

Felix sighed. Without you expecting it, he flipped you over, your positions switched. Felix looked at you and despite the hurt and pain you saw in his eyes, you also saw a glimpse of something else. Something much more important and that made your heart skipped a beat. He was looking at you as if you were the most precious person in the world – a look you had never noticed before. Or were you just so oblivious?

“I can’t pretend anymore, Y/N.” Felix whispered, his own admission hurting him more than the look you gave him.

“Pretend?”

“I know it was my idea for you to move in with me. I thought that if you spent every day of your life with me, you would come to realize how much you mean to me. I hoped that you would start seeing me more than just a friend.”

Understanding dawned on you. All this time, all his small gestures, it wasn’t a coincidence. No, he was doing it on purpose, to make you realize. It worked; you were just too stupid to fully grasp his intentions.

“I was wrong. When Jeongin told me about you and Chris, I just wanted to go home and see you.”

“Me and Chris?” You interrupted him, too stunned.

“Aren’t you seeing him?”

“You got to be kidding me.” You groaned in both annoyance and embarrassment. You covered your face with your hands, couldn’t believe that Jeongin had misunderstood the situation. “You,” You grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him toward you, face inches from yours. “Are a dumbass. And so am I.”

Felix blinked in confusion. Your proximity was making it hard to think.

“Chris went shopping with me last week to get you, dumbass, my best friend, who also happens to be the guy I like, a present.” You didn’t hesitate for even a second as you pecked his lips, to snap him out of his trance.

It worked. Felix’s face broke into such a bright and big smile – it hurt. “You like me?”

“Reconsidering it right now to be honest.” You teased him

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He growled and cupped your face before claiming your lips into a very needed and long due kiss.

You would be lying if you said you never imagined kissing Felix, because you did. Hundreds of times. But the reality was so much better. Nothing could compare to how heavenly his lips felt against yours. Nothing compared to how addicting his lips were.

“I like you so much.” Felix breathed against your lips. “So damn,” he kissed you again, “much.”

You broke the kiss only to flip him over and straddle his thighs. You pulled your shirt over your head and threw it on the floor, leaving you with nothing but your panties on. Felix inhaled sharply at the beautiful sight before him. Your beautiful bare, soft breasts. He just couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch. He cupped your left breast, gave it a squeeze – you bit on your lips to hold back your moan.

“You’re so beautiful.” He didn’t hesitate to straighten up to kiss your other breast, biting softly the tender flesh before his mouth was fully on your nipple. “So fucking beautiful.”

You plunged your fingers into his hair, pushing his face further against your chest. The feel of his lips, his every flick of his tongue, his warmth – it set your body on fire. Your whole body was aching, begging for more. You needed more.

You cupped his face, pecked his lips before grabbing the edge of his shirt and pulling it over his head. You ran your hand up and down his chest before pushing him back on the bed. Your hands splayed across his chest; you took a second to admire him. There was no doubt that Felix was beautiful, both from inside and outside.

You pressed your lips to his sharp jaw, to his neck. You slid down his body, slowly, trailing kisses as you went down. You made sure to memorize every inch of his skin, to leave tiny marks here and there so the two of you would remember that this was real and not just a dream.

With skilled fingers, you pulled at his sweatpants along with his boxer to free his aching, hard, pretty cock. You licked your lips at the sight, imagining already how good he would feel inside you, filling you.

You brushed your thumb over the tip, his cock twitched in response – Felix inhaled sharply, you would be the death of him and you didn’t even know it.

You dragged your tongue along his shaft, watching his every hiss, his every jerk, felt him hardening. “I hope that next time you doubt me, you’ll think back about tonight.” You kissed the tip of his cock, “You’ll think about how good my lips felt around your pretty cock.” With those last words, you took him into your mouth, eagerly, wanting to taste him, wanting to hear what kind of pretty noises he would make while you played with him. You wanted to see him lose himself.

Felix watched you through hooded eyes as you took him deeper and sucked. He growled, unable to hold back as you played with him, lips, tongue, hands – he had no chance to last. He always knew you were a sweet torture but right now it happened to be truer than ever.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He reached for your head, fingers digging into your scalp as he pushed you harder, making you take more of him. “I’ll never have enough of this mouth.”

By the way he was throbbing between your lips, you knew that if you kept your rhythm, he wouldn’t last. And as much as you wanted to see him come apart, it would be for another time. You pulled away, making him whine at the loss of your warmth. You pecked his lips, smiling at his reaction. “Next time. Right now, I need you inside.”

You grabbed his cock and guided him to your entrance. Slowly, you eased yourself down onto him, the stretch, the fullness of him making you sigh in pure bliss. Finally, you could feel him. All of him. Only when he was fully inside you, you stilled. Hands splayed across his chest, you threw your head back, taking a moment to adjust, a moment to enjoy the stretch.

“You feel so good.” Felix was fighting the urge to move, to thrust from his spot. But he did none of that. He waited for you to be ready. He waited for you to set the rhythm.

And you did. You started moving, slowly at first, wanting to feel the slow drag of his cock against your walls, clenching around him.

“Shit, don’t do that.” He begged but out of spite you did it again. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

“I learnt from the best.” That being said, you moved faster, alternating between bouncing and rolling your hips. The stimulation was slowly driving you crazy.

Felix’s hands and mouth were back on your breasts. Between the feeling of his cock, deep inside you, and his lips on you, you could feel your release, so close.

You plunged your fingers into his locks, playing with it while you moved. His cock reaching, stroking all the right spots, making you arch your back and mewl his name, over and over again.

“I won’t last.” You warned him

Felix’s hands found your hips, only to help you to move faster, bringing you over the edge. You came undone. You convulsed around him, your whole body trembling from your intense release. Felix kept thrusting, seeking his own release, fucking you through your orgasm.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He let out a harsh groan as he exploded inside you.

Felix had his head pressed against your chest, panting against your skin. You rested your chin on top of his head, hugging him closer to you, recovering together.

“I think,” Felix started and pulled away to look at you, smiling proudly and wickedly, “I should misunderstand you more often if it leads to that.”

You snorted in response and kissed his lips. His damn addictive lips.

“You better not, asshole.”

While the two of you were too busy embracing, your phone’s screen lit, showing one, single, message from Jeongin.

“You can thank me later.”

[stargazer333]

[blackashbluephoenix]

Mike knew damn well that he wasn't the only one having nightmares. As close together as they slept at night, it was impossible not to feel how Harvey would start awake with a single gasp and lie there, breathing hard for a long moment, occassionally dragging his fingers through Mike's hair, trying to calm himself down.

He was also aware of the ritual that would come after- how Harvey would gently shift Mike onto his side, and adjust the pillows around him so that he wouldn't wake up uncomfortable and the blankets so he wouldn't wake up cold. Then he'd get out of bed, down what was left of his water and then get up to refill his glass before he double and tripple checked that every door in the apartment was locked. Only then would Harvey allow himself to lay back down, wrapping himself as tightly around Mike as possible reguardless of what the consequences would be for his back in the morning.

It was getting less and less unusual for Mike to wake up practically pinned to the mattress with Harvey's body curled defensively over him.

[forgetmesunflower]

If It Was Always Going to End Like This

“Who was this Kryptonian?” Damian swallowed, entirely too aware of the nervous tell, but warm saliva continued to fill his mouth regardless. “I suspect–” The mirror provided no buffer. Talia’s gaze bit into his skin like acid. Damian could not bear it. He closed his eyes. “–it was Superman’s son.” From another Earth. A clone. A secret twin. It just couldn't be Jon. Because Jon was dead. ── Damian returned to the League of Assassins when he was fifteen, unable to bear his collapsing life in Gotham. When he is nineteen, he encounters a Kryptonian that looks exactly like his best friend—his best friend who has been missing, presumed dead for six years.

Super Sons Week Day 5: It Was Always You Mistaken identity | Secret identities/identity reveal "Oh, I know you." "How ironic it is that I feel the most alive when my heart skips a beat."

Rating: Teen Words: 8.1k, 1/1 Relationships: Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent & Damian Wayne, Talia al Ghul & Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne & League of Assassins Members

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: It Was Always You

A chance encounter during one of the worst times of Ezra Fell’s life reunites him with his once best friend and the one who got away. Though, that would imply he ever had him in the first place. Anthony Crowley and his son, Warlock, relocate to the quieter city of Tadfield from that of London. In the process, manages to find again that one person who always made him feel less alone, the one person he was pretty sure he was never going to speak to again. But the road to true love never did run smooth (something that’s been true from their very beginning). Despite the easy way they fall back into each other, their lives don't seem to follow suit, and if it's not one challenge its another. But despite everything they find themselves facing down, the ten years without each other taught them one thing: they’re better together than they are apart.

Length: 236,585 words

AO3 Rating: Teen and Up

Best for: Safe in Public, Taking Breaks, Human AU, Slow Burn, Romance, Fluff, Pick-me-up

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by mltrefry

*Minor Spoilers* Strap in, because this is going to be a long rec post. This story hit pretty much all my personal buttons on the parent AU side, so I knew it would end up being a favorite of mine. But then, to combine it with such a rich and wonderful story of how Crowley and Ezra grew up together as best friends? It felt tailor-made for me.

Let's start with the present. Crowley is the father of five-year-old Warlock, owns a very successful flower shop, and has moved to Tadfield to be closer to that branch of the business. Ezra has just lost his sister Eliza and is now the guardian to his nephew Adam. Both men are content with their lives, but the memory of their fallout plagues them both. In the past, we follow their entire history—from their first meeting, to new boyfriends, supporting each other through hard times, and the unbearable pain of their unspoken mutual pining.

I loved everything about this story. As parents, they're both amazing. They love being dads, they never see their sons as a burden, and I'm so thankful that this story doesn't cause any unnecessary angst for them in this aspect. Their family is built on love, safety, and trust. I adored the boys, their new routines, and their entire extended family of side characters.

I was fascinated by their past relationships. Every person each of them dated was such a complex and interesting side character. I appreciated how even when a partner is flawed, they're not portrayed as evil—especially Gabriel. Yes, he's an asshole, and he can't take no for an answer, but he's not evil. He does nothing to purposely sabotage Ezra's happiness, which was something I was honestly expecting a bit. The character of Oscar here was a particular standout for me. I also loved how the red string of fate kept connecting them in ways I don't think they'll ever realize. Which is lovely, but also a little silly in that it almost feels like there's only like 8 queer men in all of Britain. But each relationship taught them more about life and themselves, and yes, maybe it would have been easier for them if they confessed their love earlier in their lives. However, that wasn't meant to be; they came together at exactly the right point in their lives. They were meant to have this wonderful family together.

And watching them grow up together? I was glued to every moment. Their family lives were unique and complex. Completely original to this story, which sometimes can feel too removed from canon. But it didn't feel that way to me ever. Or if it ever did, it wasn't a negative. I don't believe this is the kind of story you could scrub out the Good Omens and repackage it as any other couple. Even though technically it should be easy to do with this set up. There isn't that much Good Omens canon in it, but still, this just feels like Crowley and Aziraphale despite how much of an AU it is.

Ok, I gotta stop before this becomes even longer, there are SO MANY plot points I could talk about. But seriously, if you love parent stories or stories of them being friends as kids, this is a must-read. It's satisfyingly long, but also so effortless that you will spend hours in this world, and it'll feel like seconds. The writing is excellent, so detailed that you'll feel like you're actually there, but never gets bogged down in itself. This is now a forever favorite of mine!

Read it here, fic by mltrefry

[byejuice]

How do i get over the problem that is you?

I know everything about you. I know your name, your birthday. I know that your middle name is your mother’s, and how you blow dry your hair. I know where you go on summer break and I know that you got over your ex before he got over you. I know the way you clasp someone’s hands when you’re excited, I know the way call when you panic. I know what music you listen to when your sad, I know what you wanted to be when we were ten.

But I don’t know who you like now. I don’t know where you sleep or what posters you put up on your walls or who at school you secretly hate. I don’t know if you love me or hate me, if you care, if you think of me at all. If the thought of who we were makes you happy, or something foreign and forgiving, a sad anger, that time took something so precious away from you, as it so easily did from me. Do you think of me before you fall asleep? Before your eyes grow dark and heavy, and your lashes (do you wear mascara now? do you curl them?) fall softly over your cheeks. Do you still dream of the things you used to? Do I?

You are my worst medicine and my greatest disease. We don’t have to be friends, but please don’t forget about me, stranger.

[brabe]

Hangman, the only place you'll lead anyone is an early grave

I want you to stay, 'til I'm in the grave, 'til I rot away, dead and buried, 'til I'm in the casket you carry

[trihedaburden]

It Was Always You (even when it wasn't)

[mystic-vampire]

You disappeared from my life

You said you wouldn’t leave but you did

[seluneclerics]

cassandra pentaghast is making her yearly creep up back into my mind, oh no…

[timetotalkbeauty]

I loved you from the start.

[jamssxc]

I saw him in my dreams

Sitting on bench, Shoulders shaking

No doubt he was crying

Heard about him, still didn't help

Never gave a helping hand to him as a friend

Was it me or was it both of us

We knew each other still neither talked

didn't knew where we are

Kept a hand on his shoulder

As his head rose, teared eyes looked back at me

One after another it dropped

I squated down to his level

I asked him, what happened

And he broke down, said, no one was with him anymore, he was alone, he was depressed

One after another tears kept falling

Heart cletched as i embraced him

Tears soaking up my shirt

I let him be, let him cry all his heart out

He slowing raised his head

I smiled at him and said, I can be by your side to annoy you forever only if you let me"

There was something between us

Something that attracted us

He pulled me closer as a weak voice let out, "Then stay by my side"

Our lips locked and my eyes opened

[blackashbluephoenix]

Summary: A Marvey Novelization of Suits Season 5B through the end of Season 6. A lot of mutual pining and angst will occur before we reach the happy ending.

(Or: How Suits should have ended)

[alwaysadri1]

Your touch electrified me, every bit of my being. Even in the calm, even in the chaos. I knew it would destroy every part of me when it was gone. What if i never recover i thought. You were my light when it was dark. My spark every night. I can’t fathom a world without you in it.